Walk through the ashes of man
Skin like fields on fire
Pain is only a weakness
Death is just an escape
We are connected like tissue
Feed on the shame you've raised
Why continue the harvest?
We are already dead
No one, can reap, these scars, we've sown x2
There is no morning sun
No falling rain
For acres of skin
Wait! Can you hear the machines?
Gears that cultivate flesh
Why continue the harvest?
We are already dead
No one, can reap, these scars, we've sown x2
There is no morning sun
No falling rain
For acres of skin
All I want and wish for
Is to end this suffering
All alone and unaware
All primed up for dying
Without face, without mind
Without dreams, without memory x2
There is no morning sun
No falling rain
For acres of skin x2
Factory Fear - Acres Lyrics
Factory Fear - Acres Lyrics
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Walk through the ashes of man
Skin like fields on fire
Pain is only a weakness
Death is just an escape
We are connected like tissue
Feed on the shame you've raised
Why continue the harvest?
We are already dead
No one, can reap, these scars, we've sown x2
There is no morning sun
No falling rain
For acres of skin
Wait! Can you hear the machines?
Gears that cultivate flesh
Why continue the harvest?
We are already dead
No one, can reap, these scars, we've sown x2
There is no morning sun
No falling rain
For acres of skin
All I want and wish for
Is to end this suffering
All alone and unaware
All primed up for dying
Without face, without mind
Without dreams, without memory x2
There is no morning sun
No falling rain
For acres of skin x2
Skin like fields on fire
Pain is only a weakness
Death is just an escape
We are connected like tissue
Feed on the shame you've raised
Why continue the harvest?
We are already dead
No one, can reap, these scars, we've sown x2
There is no morning sun
No falling rain
For acres of skin
Wait! Can you hear the machines?
Gears that cultivate flesh
Why continue the harvest?
We are already dead
No one, can reap, these scars, we've sown x2
There is no morning sun
No falling rain
For acres of skin
All I want and wish for
Is to end this suffering
All alone and unaware
All primed up for dying
Without face, without mind
Without dreams, without memory x2
There is no morning sun
No falling rain
For acres of skin x2
Writer: BURTON C. BELL, CHRISTIAN OLDE WOLBERS, DINO A.M. CAZARES, RAYMOND HERRERA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group